Yesterday Israel climbed up into my lap and rested his sweet, soft head on my chest. "I lub you", he exhaled. Then he sat up and put a chubby hand on each side of my face before bashing the bridge of my nose full force, with his forehead.
Today my mother pointed out to me, as if she was seeing me for the first time in thirty six years, that my nose happens to be crooked. Needless to say, I was not surprised.